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Post by Aulus corthale on Oct 24, 2002 16:28:34 GMT
looks at the whitch king and says. "i dont care where and whit who she is, i offered to restore some of her honor and she didnt take it." he blew out his smoke and stared infront of him. and mumbed some strange words. as if talking to someone.
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 24, 2002 18:37:30 GMT
*Looks into the space that Aulus is staring at and mumbling to and sees there is no one there. Looks slowly back to Aulus.*
You smoke too much..
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Post by Grubhosh on Oct 24, 2002 20:40:39 GMT
Grubby see someone is starting a fight and joins in by breaking a chair over the largest and most foul tempered uruk-hai she could find
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Post by Aulus corthale on Oct 26, 2002 17:10:03 GMT
aulus looked around at the whitch king and said "i dont smoke that mutch, just thinking out loud." looks around at the fight.
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 26, 2002 17:58:08 GMT
Go Grubby!  *Yells some words of encouragement at the feisty little orc.* |
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Post by Grubhosh on Oct 27, 2002 21:16:07 GMT
the Uruk-hai realising someone had hit him with a chair turned round and tried to hit her but grubby quickly ducked out of the way. Encouraged by the witch king (and forgetting the other Orc was over a foot taller than her) she hit him back. It had little effect so she aimed slightly lower.
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 27, 2002 22:13:41 GMT
*Winced at her underhand tactics, feeling sorry for the Uruk-hai. Made a mental note to put Grubby in the front line for the next battle.*
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Post by Aulus corthale on Nov 2, 2002 8:21:23 GMT
laughs and looks at grubby smashing the chair on the uruk hais head. "you show him pain grubby."
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Post by Grubhosh on Nov 9, 2002 17:01:38 GMT
Grubby bows and gives the Uruk-hai (who is still rolling around on the floor wimpering) a leaving kick. And goes back to her drink.
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Post by Aulus corthale on Nov 12, 2002 20:40:32 GMT
ooc: *yawn*
bic: blows smoke rings deep in thought
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Post by The Witch King on Nov 13, 2002 11:32:39 GMT
*Goes over to the darkest table in the corner and takes a seat. Stuffs some more weed in his pipe and puffs away happily whilst reading over some important transcripts from Sauron*
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Post by Skrowerif on Nov 14, 2002 15:36:04 GMT
*Creeps in nervously smoothing down his matted hair and scurries over to a free table by the fire. Waits nervously, his stomach in knots, hoping Elidor will turn up.*
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Post by Elidor on Nov 14, 2002 15:37:45 GMT
*Stares at the crowd of orcs, trying to find skrow. To eli, all orcs look the same.*
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Post by Skrowerif on Nov 14, 2002 15:42:52 GMT
*Stands up pushing back his chair and waves frantically till she sees him. Hands her a Mordor bramble he picked specially, his hand shaking nervously.*
You look lovely in black Elidor
*Grins at her, revealing putrid yellow fangs*
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Post by Elidor on Nov 14, 2002 15:45:51 GMT
*accepted the plant from skrow*
I've been wearing black for the past decades... Thanks for that compliment anyway.
So what are the plans for today?
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